Cedar Sweep From the wight lying in the barrow

Wraen was a small and tough wolf, but even experienced hunters have their limits of endurance. As more time passed and the deer continued to be alive and there was still a risk of it shaking everyone off and running away, she began to feel weary. From her perspective it was difficult to see, what progress Niamh had, but Elfie had chosen the least suitable position to hold on for long. It would have been a lot better, if they had had more people to help. 

The deer sank to it's knees, this was a good thing, but did not quite mean a finish line and a certain victory. Therefore she renewed the strength of her grip and tried to ignore the signs of tiredness in her limbs and jaws. Not that much later her only wish was that all of this would come to an end.